The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

In a casual manner, John answered, “Don’t bother doing that because my mom never listens.”

Seemingly understanding why he said so, Isabelle nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Mrs. Constance can be a little stubborn at times. I have actually talked to her about that several times, but it looks like my words all fell on deaf ears.”

Unwilling to continue the topic, John brought up his confusion about the delivery order that Isabelle gave him the last time. “Now that you’re here, I have a few things I’d like to ask you about the delivery order.”

Isabelle then leaned closer toward the desk in response. “Show me.” As the lady leaned closer, John caught the scent of a jasmine aroma. Nevertheless, he didn’t like the smell, so he knitted his brows without revealing too much facial emotion.

When Isabelle took a look at the delivery order, she chuckled and said, “Oh, the labeled location here can be a bit of a pain in the neck. Let me show you the remark that I stated here.” She then reached for her phone and showed John a picture. Upon taking a quick look at it, John uttered, “Just send me the picture, and I’ll take a look myself.”

Isabelle paused for a short while before she said, “Oh yeah, how come I didn’t think of that?”

Nonetheless, she had another complete copy with more information on it, which she decided to keep to herself so that she could have more chances to talk with John. On the other hand, the copy that she had just

subject. “By the way, how is Old Mr. Flintstone doing? I heard from Mrs. Constance that he’s been in a terrible shape lately, which is why she

shape, but it’s all thanks to Mom! He’d be just fine had she not pissed him off. I must say she never ceases to ‘impress’ me with her excuses. After brief contemplation, John replied, “He is getting better recently, although he still needs

of illnesses anyway when we grow old, but I don’t think it’s a big

the latter was sick for the next few days. At that time, John had also received the news, in which William asked whether he’d like to pay them a visit, only to be stopped by Old Mrs. Constance, who thought her

to it. Goodbye!”

here.” When Isabelle heard that, she stood up. “It’s alright, don’t worry about me. See you around then.” She

whom she once hated the most. Upon stepping out of the Constance Group, she turned around and stared at the building while resentfully murmuring, “What’s wrong

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